Uncle Torres remained unconscious, continuously foaming at the mouth.
William Cole made his way through the crowd and quickly approached, grabbing Uncle Torres' wrist with one hand, "This is an acute visceral disease, Uncle Torres's health has always been average."
"Plus, he was already ill before, and now he's been further stressed and frightened, leading to complications."
"His stomach is damaged, his intestines are harmed, and his internal organs have been ruptured by a kick, even bile is being vomited out, it's too dangerous…"
William Cole's expression changed, he immediately picked up Uncle Torres and headed straight for the operating room inside Thirteen Hall.
He kept everyone outside the room, then prepared to perform the surgery himself.
By now, taking Uncle Torres to the hospital would have been too late.